Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride, That says, his bravery is not on my cost (Thinking that I mean him) but therein suits His folly to the metal of my speech? 439 There then; How then? What then? Let me see wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him : if it do him right, Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, Enter ORLANDO, with his Sword drawn. Orla. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. 440 Orła. Nor shalt not, 'till necessity be serv'd. distress; Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? Orta Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the shew Be answered with reason, I must die. 450 Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Orla. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you; I thought, that all things had been savage here; Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are, 460 Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; If ever sat at any good man's feast ; If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be: E iij 470 Duke Duke Sen. True is it, that we have seen better days; Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while, Limp'd in pure love; 'till he be first suffic'd, 480 Oppress'd with two weak evils, age, and hunger,— I will not touch a bit. Duke Sen. Go find him out, And we will nothing waste 'till you return. Orla. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort! [Exit. Duke Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone un happy : This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Jaq. All the world's a stage, 490 And all the men and women merely players: And And shining morning face, creeping like snail 500 Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, 510 519 Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM. Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orla. I thank you most for him. Adam. So had you need, I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you As As yet, to question you about your fortunes :- AMIENS sings. SONG. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. 530 Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. Heigh ho! sing, &c. 540 Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son, As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; Be |